Internal Strife and a Blown-Up Incarnation?

"Are they about to turn on each other?" Watching Damian and Lazarus, Baron Mordo, Kaecilius, and the others off to the side could not help muttering. As for powerhouses on the level of Hell Lords, even now that the Ancient One was gone, the disciples of Kamar-Taj had not had much contact with them.

However, the Hell Lords in Baron Mordo and the others' memories had never been this easy to talk to. Yes, Lazarus already counted as easy to talk to right now. He looked as if he did not want to become enemies with Robet and Clark; otherwise, he would not have had this attitude...

"Lazarus! What the hell do you mean? Since when did the Hell Dimension produce a coward like you?" And it was not only Baron Mordo and the others who thought so. Damian could also tell that Lazarus did not want to join him against Robet and the others. He flew into a rage at once and shouted at Lazarus.

"Heh. The origin power of the Hell Dimension on you was only just reconnected. What right do you have to tell me you're someone of the Hell Dimension?" Hearing Damian's shout, Lazarus laughed disdainfully and looked at Damian with contempt as he spoke.

"Right now, you haven't even condensed a demon body. What right do you have to talk about me? Mine is only a slightly optimized Human Vessel, while you invested almost your entire origin into that body. Aren't you preparing to betray the Hell Dimension and become part of the Earth Dimension?"

"You're talking nonsense! I did this to move better in the Earth Dimension!" Damian's pupils contracted slightly, and a powerful aura erupted from him. Yet just as Lazarus had said, even though his aura had begun to erupt, Damian's appearance